TyFontaine - Nothing lyrics

(Grr, pew, woah, pew-pew-pew-pew, woah) rio
(Nigga tried catch up, you relish)
(Catch up, let's go)

Nigga tried catch up,  you relish
I got the drip and replenished
(Let's go, uh,  let's get it, let's go
Yeah) audemar for the business
Model X with the tinted windows
With my mates, uh, the British
With my slimes, yeah, they slitherin'
Nigga, they copy, right out the printer
Mary K, they ain't with us
Got some runners like 1800
Big blue hundreds, yeah, big tall stunters
By my woadie, I got my gunner
Flashin' tall like I'm gold runner
Dior her chest bag, with the Gucci
The sweatpants, man
You know it ain't nothin'

I'll kill, for real, Bentley be out here
Hot air balloon, I'm up there
Can't name my garments, yeah, they too rare
Big Drippa like I'm 2rare
Double C, I got two pair
I don't say shit like I'm new here
Move in silence with no fear
That was back then
I swear you don't know me
Not many friends, not many homies
I got the family, then it's me only
Niggas Pinocchio and they jabronis
Me and the brodies with all of the Rollies
Deviation to my motivation
Look at it sideways with your
Hips with no hesitation

Right there, right there, right there
Right there
Right there, right there, right there
Right there
He got hit in his shit, right there
Right there

Nigga tried catch up,  you relish
I got the drip and replenished
(Let's go, uh,  let's get it, let's go
Yeah) audemar for the business
Model X with the tinted windows
With my mates, uh, the British
With my slimes, yeah, they slitherin'
Nigga, they copy, right out the printer
Mary K, they ain't with us
Got some runners like 1800
Big blue hundreds, yeah, big tall stunters
By my woadie, I got my gunner
Flashin' tall like I'm gold runner
Dior her chest bag, with the Gucci
The sweatpants, man
You know it ain't nothin'

Nigga tried catch up, you relish
I got the drip and replenished
(Let's go, uh, let's get it, let's go
Yeah) audemar for the business
Model X with the tinted windows
With my mates, uh, the British
With my slimes, yeah, they slitherin'
Nigga, they copy, right out the printer
Mary K, they ain't with us
Got some runners like 1800
Big blue hundreds, yeah, big tall stunters
By my woadie, I got my gunner
Flashin' tall like I'm gold runner
Dior her chest bag, with the Gucci
The sweatpants, man
You know it ain't nothin'